My First Disco
I was off to my first disco at the local village hall
Thirteen years old, and I was giving it my ‘all’
I’d washed my hair with Dettol to get rid of all my frizz
It was plastered to my head; I knew I really looked the biz
I added a Ben Sherman shirt and Clarkes Commando shoes
I felt dressed up to the nines; I knew I really couldn’t lose
My friend and I went in; soon I was feeling pretty glad
As I’d noticed I was being surveyed by quite a handsome lad
He didn’t take his eyes off me, ‘twas more than just a glance
He fancied me, I knew that he’d soon ask me for a dance,
He walked across the dance floor; he then stopped right by my side
I looked confident and self-assured, at least, let’s say I tried
His face was quite uncertain, and was filled with puzzled doubt
“My friend and I were hoping that you just might help us outt”
I smiled at him so shyly, and my heart filled with pure joy
Until he said “Are you a girl? My mate’s convinced that you’re a boy...”
©Jan Jack 2010
